Letras
Curse you Bayle
Solid of scale
Terror of the peaks
Culling the weak
Harpoons
Arcane boons
You will fear the arrow when I let it loose
You will haunt me
No longer, terror incarnate
I will riddle with holes
Your rotten hide
Soon I will feast on your heart filled with fright
Soon I will feast
Soon I will feast
Embers of me remain
My will to live now fueled with rage
One by one your scales will fall away
Your fears made flesh will cut you down
Your fears made flesh
Mark my words
You, too, shall know this fear
Bayle, vile Bayle
Cut down by harpoon hail
Embers of me remain
My will to live now fueled with rage
One by one your scales will fall away
I hereby vow
You'll rue this day
Behold, a true drake warrior
Exquisite pain
You'll savage me no longer
Behold, a true drake warrior
Soon I will feast
Soon I will feast
Embers of me remain
My will to live now fueled with rage
One by one your scales will fall away
Your fears made flesh will cut you down
Fears made flesh
Your fears made flesh